Since the pandemic started, Georgel, the village postman, wouldn't bring letters to people anymore, but instead, he would type them up on his laptop and send them through
e-mail, out of respect and precaution, yes. One Thursday, approaching dusk, Maricica presented herself tenderly, throwing pebbles at the window, signifying that there are grounds for a smooching. Oh my, oh my, what will the people say, thought Georgel with one eye at the
yet-unopened envelopes and with another, trickling through the window, at the décolletage of the wistful girl. Just one more, Maricica, one more, that's all. The last one, I promise.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In August 2021, the group has 7.000 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
